This is a song about "Home economics"

Be shy when we're all alone

Your son's e.t., he needs to go home

And millions of homeless people back home

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

I thought van-city was home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Asshole flowers, going home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Physical fitness, home economics

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Yo, once stole a row home

They blowing up my phone

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home